Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 613
The model shows of other groups are all carried out under bright lights, for fear that the dresses they designed will not be able to show the brilliance of the dresses they designed.

Only Menglan turned off most of the lights and created a mysterious dark-style catwalk for the scene.

The models are walking gracefully on the catwalk.

The original bleak dresses on them seemed to be given life again under the drive of the environment, which was indescribably shocking.

Like a lifelike phoenix breaking through the darkness!
The audience at the scene were stunned as if they had watched a high-end blockbuster. They didn't extend their hands to applaud until the show was over.

The applause was so loud that it lasted for a full 3 minutes.

Meng Lan had already retreated silently to the corner, her dark eyes were fixed on every movement of the models on the runway, her heart was filled with excitement, and her fingers were tightly clutching the microphone.

Although her face was expressionless, tears were secreting from the corners of her eyes.

Feeling unstoppable, she turned her back and wiped it with the clothes on her shoulders, but she wiped more and more tears, which involuntarily slid down her cheeks.

The excitement in my heart is even more indescribable.

What made her cry was never the applause from the audience, but that she really... returned to the runway again.

Regarding the fashion design industry, she has always kept it quietly in her heart, never daring to touch it lightly. Over the years, she has often denied herself.

But now, when she regained her dream, she felt that she was truly alive.

Live like a normal person.

So lively and interesting to live.

She tried her best to fight this battle, but it was also obvious that she fought beautifully.

The voting time went on very quickly. Undoubtedly, in the end, only the works of Menglan and Joke were left side by side No.1, which meant that there was still another round of judges' voting.

After another toss, the final choice actually fell on the key ticket in the hands of the third child.

He leaned against the back of the chair, was playing with a fan, and said casually, "Tsk tsk, the abilities of these two groups are very strong, it is really difficult to choose, Jock's works are perfect, impeccable, very moving I."

"Thank you." There was a smug smile on the corner of Jock's lips.

He seems to be firmly seated on the No.1 throne, his face is full of confidence, but the eyes that look at Menglan no longer dare to be underestimated, and they are full of hostility~
Menglan is the strongest opponent he has ever seen in his career for so many years.

It's not how professional she is, but her innate talent, as if she was born suitable for this bowl of rice, it looks really enviable.

As the saying goes, a person's success is inseparable from hard work.

But in some fields, in the end, it really can't be achieved by hard work.

Meng Lan stood on the catwalk without expression. She didn't show much emotion on the surface, but sweat was already secreting from her tightly clenched palms.

Really... Is that how I lost?
She is a little bit reconciled...

"However, Ms. Meng's works and her design philosophy make my eyes shine even more. Although it does not benefit the public, the design circle has been too stereotyped in recent years, and what is needed is innovation."

As the third child spoke, he voted for Meng Lan, looking directly at the camera gently and firmly,

"Miss Meng, you are very talented, I am looking forward to your future works~"

"..." After the words fell, Meng Lan froze in place, unable to react for a long time.

What do you mean?
Did she win? !

Until there was warm applause from the audience, Xiang Wan also walked onto the stage, hugged her excitedly, and said in a tone of uncontrollable excitement, "Congratulations, Sister Meng, you won, and I knew you would do it!"

Only then did Meng Lan realize that she seemed to feel a little unreal, so she murmured softly,

"Did I... win?"

"Yes, you won." Xiang Wan deliberately emphasized the syllable.

Looking at Menglan firmly, holding her hand tightly, he reminded again, "Sister Meng, I knew you would be able to do it. Sure enough, I saw the right person."

Meng Lan's throat rolled, trying to suppress the excitement, but her eyes couldn't hide her joy.

Listening to the congratulatory applause from the audience, her body trembled with excitement, her red lips parted slightly, and she struggled to pronounce the syllable "Thank you."

She looked at the judges and audience in the audience, squeezed the microphone tightly and wanted to say something, but when the words rolled on her lips, she felt that it was inappropriate to say anything, so she just bowed.

When the show came to an end, the media stood up one after another, walked forward with guns and short cannons, and took pictures of her face.

"Miss Meng, as a newcomer in the design circle, you can win the championship in one fell swoop, please tell me your acceptance speech."

The flashing light was a bit dazzling, and Meng Lan was a little annoyed and didn't look at the camera. In the past, all the interviews she received were insults and reprimands. She had a psychological shadow on the media.

Moreover, I don't know if it will be broadcast live.

Feng Mu found out that he had sneaked out a long time ago, he would probably be very angry.

When he was feeling restless, Han Cheng suddenly squeezed in from the crowd, holding a bouquet of bluebells in his hand, with a sunny smile on his handsome face, "Congratulations, Designer Meng."

Meng Lan was stunned, "You didn't leave?"

"I said I have nothing to do tonight, and you are competing on stage, how can I be relieved if I leave like this." Han Cheng walked forward with a smile, and stuffed the flowers into her arms, "I still remember, it was you An old favorite."

"No need." Meng Lan lowered her head and blushed.

Originally, she didn't want to face this group of media, but unexpectedly, Han Cheng suddenly appeared holding a bouquet of flowers. She didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. In short, she was directly pushed to the forefront.

Han Cheng deliberately ignored her embarrassment, reached out and stroked her head, his eyes were full of pampering, and proudly reminded,
"Time flies so fast. The girl I have guarded since I was a child is so shining on the catwalk."

"..."

As soon as the words fell, the media suddenly burst into exclamation. Several sharp-eyed reporters recognized Meng Lan's identity and discussed fiercely:

"Oh my god, isn't this the boss Meng of the dream club? It was rumored that he had an affair with an old man some time ago, and he came out so soon?"

"Really, didn't she have a clear relationship with Feng Mu? Why didn't she become the little vice president of the Han Group after seeing her for a few days?"

"This woman's method of seducing a man is really remarkable."

Hearing those voices of condemnation, Meng Lan's face turned pale suddenly, and the last thing she wanted to face still happened.

why?
She was careful enough not to cause trouble.

But these gossips still refused to let her go in the slightest!
Menglan stepped back again and again, she tried to leave, but suddenly her wrist was tightly clenched, and Han Cheng's gentle voice came from her ear, "Maybe you misunderstood something, I told you about Boss Meng from high school. I just knew her, and I have been chasing her all this time."

(End of this chapter)